AD 204, March.
The military parade is held in March when spring is getting warmer.
The Dajing residence newspaper also reported this matter day by day, and people from all over the country were excitedly looking forward to it. They rushed to Chang'an City one after another, making Chang'an City overcrowded.
Morning light on March 1st.
The sky and the earth are still dark, but countless people have emerged noisily inside and outside Chang'an City. They have been scrambling for favorable positions all night long, trying to stand at the front of the parade route closest to the parade.
Vendors from all over the country also seized this excellent opportunity to make money. They set up their stalls early in the periphery, shouting and selling various food and drinks. There was a buzz of people in and outside the city, waiting for Chenshi (from 7 to 9 in later generations). The arrival of the whole).
Not only the people are looking forward to it with joy, but the civil and military officials are also looking forward to it with excitement. In the Military Academy, Yan Xiang carefully checked the details of the entire military parade, checking everything down to the last detail to make sure there were no mistakes.
Regarding the arrangement of the military parade, Zhang Xiu highly praised Yan Xiang's ability, which made Yan Xiang very motivated and stepped up to urge the people from the Ministry of War to check every detail. The people from the Ministry of War had not slept for three or four nights in a row. Have a good sleep. However, when they walked on the crowded streets and saw the excited people, they felt a strong sense of mission, responsibility and pride in their hearts.
Qingming entrance.
The 30,000-strong army stood solemnly, solemnly, solemnly, and erect; they faced the front with firm eyes. The eyes staring straight ahead revealed the soldiers' firm confidence. The entire Qingming Gate was silent, and the majestic military appearance suppressed all noise.
The common people poked their heads to look at the army from a distance, but no one dared to make a sound.
The chief cavalry officer was Wei Yan.
Wearing a brand new armor helmet, the war horse is also covered in chain armor, looking majestic. Looking at the crowds of people and the densely packed heads around him, Wei Yan suddenly felt an inflated sense of pride, which made his back straighter.
The eyes of the thousands of cavalrymen behind them revealed excitement. They were still looking straight ahead, waiting for the military parade to begin, hoping to see their emperor.
Finally, after the long wait, the moment finally arrived.
A ray of dawn shines from the distant horizon and shines on the top of the Qingming Gate. Everyone looks towards the top of the gate that reflects the light, and then feels the warmth of a ray of sunshine after dawn.
The chickens and dogs are silent, and the dawn shines coldly.
Following this ray of dawn, Zhang Xiu, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, solemnly climbed to the top of the Qingming Gate, followed by the prince Zhang Biao and the princes, followed by the three prime ministers, and then on both sides were hundreds of civil and military officials.
Zhang Xiu climbed to the top of the city and faced the dawn.
Heaven and earth are instantly at peace.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the dazzling bright yellow and the majestic body on the top of the city.
Then, earth-shattering shouts of "Long Live the Mountain" erupted from the top of the city. All the people shouted in unison, and the sound surged into the sky. The moment of unity made everyone feel the blood rushing to their faces, and the indescribable feeling made their scalps numb. Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over my body.
Distant echoes still echoed in the sky.
Standing at the top, Zhang Xiu also felt an almost uncontrollable excitement.
He raised his hand excitedly, his anger dropped from his Dantian, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Ping Shen——!"
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Prince Zhang Biao took a step forward, glanced at the dark and silent crowd with firm eyes, calmed his violently heaving chest, and calmly shouted in his childish voice: "The military parade! Officially begins!"
All the people burst into loud cheers.
Zhang Xiu took Zhang Biao on the dragon carriage and headed towards Xi'an Gate.
Wei Yan drew out his sword decisively and neatly. The light of the sword shone brightly in the sunlight. He waved the sword forward and shouted decisively: "Cavalry formation, listen to the order! Let's go!"
The entire cavalry formation was solemn and solemn, reining in the reins, and the horses lined up in a neat formation and headed towards Anmen. According to the plan of the military parade, the cavalry took the lead and waited at Anmen first, followed by the infantry formation under the leadership of Ji Ling, followed by the Modao formation and so on.
The people followed the procession and went to Xi'an Gate to wait.
The sky gradually brightened, the fields and mountains outside the city gradually emerged, and the distant peaks were looming in the morning light.
Zhang Xiu's Dragon Rider came to the top of Xi'an Gate. The dragon chair and the seats of the officials had been arranged. After taking their seats, Yan Xiang immediately ordered the captain to wave the flag and pass the order to Anmen.
When Wei Yan saw Ling Qi, his face tightened and became more solemn.
The sword was erect on his chest, and he opened the door and headed towards Xi'an Gate. Horses hoofed together, people synchronized, and the pace was sonorous and powerful. The originally bustling crowd fell silent in an instant, and the whole world was left with the deafening sound of horse hooves and footsteps.
Ta-ta...ta-ta...
The flag hunting was majestic and exciting, the iron-blooded morale overwhelmed the sky, and the grand military parade shocked countless people. Facing the army and the heroic soldiers, people deeply feel a solemn atmosphere and passionate power.
Countless pairs of eyes were watching them.
When passing by Xi'an Gate, Wei Yan turned his head towards Zhang Xiu and saluted with his eyes, shouting: "The Jing army is mighty! The emperor is mighty!"
The cavalry officers behind them shouted slogans: "Serving the country as a feather, like a forest in full bloom, the chariot is flying, the flag (qi) is in the middle of the sky! The spear invades half the sky, the wheel knife shines in the sun! The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are always there, Dajing will be forever solid!"
The shouts were neat and majestic, soaring into the sky, making everyone who heard them feel impassioned and excited.
Zhang Xiu sat on the top of the Xi'an Gate, watching the cavalry below with sonorous steps walking by in high spirits, with loud slogans that made people's blood boil, and a solemn smile on his face.
Yan Xiang next to him also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the military parade successfully started. Holding on to the flagpole next to him, he panted weakly.
Standing on the right side of Xi'an Gate are the celebration groups from Wei, Chu and Wu. The people from Chu are Kuai Yue, the people from Wei are Sima Yi, and the people from Wu are Lu Su.
Seeing such a powerful and heroic cavalry formation and the inspiring slogans shocked the three of them. Their eyes couldn't help but touch each other, and then quickly separated. Their eyes were fixed on the formations of various arms passing below, waiting for the appearance of the mysterious weapons.
Countless people are also looking forward to it.
Zhang Xiu's eyes swept over the envoys of the Three Kingdoms without leaving a trace, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. They knew the purpose of coming to Dajing without even thinking about it. Since they wanted to see it, Zhang Xiu let them see it clearly. After all, even if they knew the existence of the three secret weapons, they would not be able to deal with it in a short time.
"I'm coming!"
At this moment, the people's exclamations rang out from below the city tower.
Everyone's eyes hurriedly focused towards the east, for fear of missing any details.
The envoys of the Three Kingdoms looked over hurriedly.
